Shirts
Wet Shirt
There's so much to feel, and so small a body to take the tiny arrows of beauty aimed at us. Some of us cannot endure. They hide, friend, and they duck. Others, open their shirts, push but their chests for the pricks and stabs... and guide The Family of Man up the mountain
I belong to neither
I am the one who crossed the river
I am the one whose shirt is wet
My skies are blue
My sandals brown
My journeys drum this holey Earth
My beat is Time
Cotton Shirt
I want to lessen my load
I want to take out the drums from my song
I want to pass across Lake Balaton* like the sound of saxaphones
Like chimneys at dawn
Like brass in Europe
Like flags and banners
Like paths in Autumn, saints have outworn
Like you when you smile
Like a beautiful loyal son with loads of ribbons and poems between hand and heart to be undone
Like nightly breeze
I want to pass across Lake Balaton
Woollen Shirt
Big is the mountain. Avillage is in the valley, on the other side. I know. I hear their distant voices, their roaring laughter, and festive music on clear summer nights. I see their harvest moon fat, and witewashed with waterblue
My water pump is rusty. Its marble slab is wet
Sometimes the forest dear come to drink
I'm old for the dream. My stove, inside, knits flames of socks and scarves for the comming winter. My knees are weak
Drip
Drop
The water pump
Silk Shirt
A ballroom full of dancers and, the lights are down low
Music shudders the air and, the tables start to gossip with their chairs
As you go with your friend to freshen-up
I'll hide our candle
Inside my chest-pocket
Burning
Orange-deep
And
Sincere
Taffeta Shirt
Last night I rumped you in my dreams. The stairs gladly took our bed to the garden on watery moonbeams. Last night I had you in my heart. We had our backs on stacks of hay. Sun and Fun drove our happy cart. Last night I had you in my heart
Last night the rain did fall like somewhere before that's decided the time is now to come back
Last night I saw something like a universe, crack
I saw your glass of wine empty and, tipped
I saw your lipstick on my chocolate cup
I saw the pillows ruffled
Your hairpins in the bathroom
And the clouds in my window travelling free
I saw the curve of your back
Last night my favourite song splashed and splashed
Like a small cataract
Ironed Shirt
Pull of the rope, and the anchor's pulled
The hugest sails start to flap and yawn
A kid, in morning rapture, captains me through see uncharted
With paperhats, wooden swords and, messy winds
At night, we sit on deck an count the stars in painful song
We drink and dance
The breeze the golden rays
The scortch of salt the throat
The scent of lemon
The cry of gulls
The crease in the touch of starch
The buttons
The fresh waters
The pearls the cotton of thread
The ivory
And having you in my memory
White
With very pin-blue stripes running like accurate liberty
ROPY
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